Love is Lonely

My life is a dream

My life is a dream
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My dreams come swift
as if on life itself

I seem to see it pass me by

My life is a dream all by itself

I sleep through a silent lullaby

Im ready for a simple meaning

But it will not show its face to me

What is my true reason for being

I have to fight myself it seems

I look back and come to a conclusion that

my life to me will always be
apart from reality….

nothing more than a dream